One Piece: Impel Down Prison Break Begins

The one-sided abuse here did not affect the situation in the Whitebeard Pirate Ship in the distance.

Scan, stepping on the ice, quickly moved to the Whitebeard Pirate ship.

The sharp knife in his hand glowed with a cold light, revealing coldness, and his eyes looked at Whitebeard with a gloomy look, Marco spread his wings, wanting to teach this dead navy a lesson, but was stopped by Whitebeard.

"You are alone, come here, not afraid of death?"

Scans laughed, his sharp knife raised, pointed straight at Whitebeard.

The cold, sharp knife stood up.

"On behalf of justice, I have come to hunt you and your crew, and if you are captured, I will choose the gentlest way to arrest you. "

As the words fell, many of the crew members began to laugh.

Scan's words are like the most ridiculous remarks, and there will be a mild way for the Navy?

They hadn't heard of it at all, they were already the most hateful existence in the eyes of that group of naval people, how could they let them go?

"Dude, you're joking, Scan. "

Whitebeard made his way to the ice, and Scann jumped with him.

"Take care of Ace. "

Whitebeard shouted at Marco.

Scan, too, glanced at the boat, and when he glanced past Ace, he stayed for a while, he had come to hunt down Ace.

Whitebeard is the one who gets in the way, and he needs to deal with Whitebeard first.

Whitebeard's Devil Fruit is a natural force with the ability to earthquake, but unfortunately it is now on the ice.

Dropping a scythe-like weapon from the ship, Whitebeard stood in front of Scan's eyes, blocking the crew behind him and his ship.

What else is there to say now?

On the contrary, it is the most direct and rapid attack, which is the most effective way for the two to communicate.

The ice is deep and there is enough fighting space, but it adds to the limitations of the two.

The ice cubes shone in the sunlight, revealing a different kind of light, making the two people on the field feel like entering a beautiful ring, and all the pirates cheered.

"Daddy, kill him!" mixed with provocation, "Look! That's Navy Scan!"

In the midst of the excitement, many pirates were lying on the fence, hoping that their captain would win the confrontation.

Scan, glancing at the cheering pirates in the distance, the sharp knife in his hand also landed on the ice with a 'poof' sound.

The cold light suddenly quieted down all the pirates.

Many curious people also stretched their necks and stared at Skan intently, they had never seen such a bold one.

Scans raised his sharp knife and aimed it at Whitebeard, who also clenched the scythe in his hand, and in an instant, the sharp weapons of the two of them grazed, and the extremely harsh sound made many people cover their ears.

If there are still those who dare not move, they will squat down immediately.

Hiding behind the fence, the screeching sound took a long time to stop.

The pirates looked up again.

Scan, who was not in the mood to be watched by a monkey, dodged Whitebeard's attack and walked around Whitebeard's back.

The sharp knife in his hand roamed ghostly at Whitebeard's side.

A flip was about to noisily pass over Whitebeard's waist, forcing the huge Whitebeard to retreat again and again, and the sickle in his hand subconsciously resisted at the waist position.

The pole made of iron resisted the attacking sharp knives.

Between two more jumps, Scann retreated a few meters away, his gaze calmly fixed on Whitebeard, who was already wheezing.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"If it weren't for that kid, you'd all die here, right?"

He glanced meaningfully at the location behind him, and through the air of sight, he could only see the ruins not far away.

There is also quite a bit of black liquid coming out.

But they don't know what the battle is going on.

Whitebeard's distraction gave Skan a chance, moving quickly, bowing down, the sharp knife in his hand like eyes, casually falling on Whitebeard's body.

Some of them were blocked, and some of them fell on the coarse cloth of clothes, and a cut was made.

And the blood flowed out, and stained the garments red.

The pirates on the ship exclaimed, Whitebeard was a little old, and the limitations of the sea made it impossible for him to exert half the power of the Shock Fruit.

But it doesn't seem too difficult to dodge, and bounce off Scan, yet.

With the movement of his fingers, he crushed the ice under Scan's feet, and cracked the ice around him to a certain extent.

"Take a look at the boat!" he shouted to the crew behind him.

The crew knew the importance of time and immediately went to sail, but it was not enough.

Without the power of the current, and the propulsion of the sails, it is almost impossible to shake the ship embedded in the ice.

But all hope will be pinned on the captain to fight, so it's not fair.

Many of the crew began to disembark to dig the ice, or push the boat hard, it was their home.

Seeing all this, Si Kan was particularly disdainful, and the sharp knife in his hand turned around, and before Whitebeard could react, he rushed towards the crew.

But halfway through, he faced Whitebeard's scythe, and the black scythe was like a big lock, blocking Scan's attack and thoughts.

Many of the crew members who saw it became more and more excited, and the blood boiled for the pirates, yearning for freedom and admiration for the captain, and more quickly wanting to move their home to the surface of the sea, which was the harbor of their capital.

"You can't stop me. "

The sharp knives in Scan's hand turned into two, and he ran quickly towards Whitebeard by grazing the ice.

The black scythe quickly swung on the side of the ship, and once again activated the power of the Devil Fruit, which had just sliced through a part of the ice.

It is simply not possible to separate the ship.

But when he turned around, he had already picked up the scythe and stopped Scan's sharp knife.

Only one hand, the other, had been lifted high and aimed at Whitebeard's head.

The Shock Fruit kicked in again, shattering the ice beneath Scan's feet.

The sharp knife fell into a misaligned position, and the predicament made Whitebeard take several steps back, a little tired, and gasping for breath.

The handle of the sickle in his hand stood on the ice, and it was thrust into the ice a few centimeters deep.

The heavy and laborious attack mode made him wear a lot of money.

After resting his breath, Scan's body was already unconsciously closer, and the sharp knife in his hand was instantly replaced by a long knife, which was almost the length of the average proportion compared to the scythe of Whitebeard.

Scan, grabbing the middle, swayed from side to side, a sharp blade like a trick slicing through Whitebeard, striking the iron handle harder and harder, making a piercing screech.

"These, ants, you want to protect?"

He paused his attack, Whitebeard propping himself up. _

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